The Hockey player's submissive professor
“She’s still at the wellness center. The girl—Emma—checked out fine. Walked home alone. But she’s been making calls.”
“Who?” Rhett asked.
Darcar hesitated. “We don’t know .”
Rhett’s jaw flexed. “Keep digging.”
Darcar nodded, but then added carefully, “You sure you don’t want me to step in, boss? This girl, she’s trouble. And if she gets too close to your Lady…”
“She won’t,” Rhett cut him off, his voice low. “I’ll kill her first .”
He pulled out his phone again, opening the photo. The one of Emma’s fake fall.